Born to be An Artist

Photo by Brenda Cox Ever since I was a little girl, I wanted to be an artist.  While my siblings and friends played, I sketched.  I sketched people, places, nature and still life.  I could spend hours and hours just sketching but, I always did my chores.  When I was older, I painted watercolors, which …

Castlemore Manor

I am sitting on a bench on the immaculate grounds of Castlemore Manor, reading a book. I glanced up from its pages when my mind became occupied with memories of the place I once called home where I lived with my dear uncle and his family before he died and I was sent to Lowood.  …

Papa

One thing I will always be grateful to Papa for is passing on the passions of painting, music and the love of nature. I remember when I was a little girl, while Beethoven, Bach or Mozart, his favorites, played in the background, he would paint. The music seemed to calm and inspire him at the …

The Writer’s Muse

"I just finished reading, Raindrops Never Lie." "And what did you think of it?" "I loved it. I couldn't put it down. It's your best novel." "That's what you said about Shadow Monsters." "I love Shadow Monsters. It was your first novel. It's still one of my favorites. But, Raindrops Never Lie is my number …

It Couldn’t Be…

PHOTO PROMPT © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields She sat there, still, but her heart was pounding.  He stood behind the easel, his expression inscrutable.  She tried to relax but she was troubled.  He’d painted her sister and another woman and both had turned up dead.  Was he responsible or was someone else?  He didn’t look like a …

In Every Season…Praise Him

It was on a Wednesday evening when *Dora was listening to Christian music on YouTube.  The artist was someone she had never heard of before until her aunt sent her an email about him.  The songs were very uplifting but the one which really got to her was the one called, Holy, Holy, Holy.  It …

Dream Man

You're a figment of my imagination and yet I can't stop thinking about you.  You're my dream man.  You with your long, flowing hair as black as a raven, your strong handsome features with the square jaw and incredible eyes that make my knees go weak everything you look at me. I stare at the …

Jesse/Imagination #writephoto

Every time I walk past the mural on the street where I used to live, I stop and stare at it.  Memories of my friend, Jesse flood my mind.  He was a phenomenal artist.  I honestly think he was born to be one.  It was his passion.  It was what made him a beacon of …

The Studio

"You don't have to be a genius to see that this relationship will not last," commented Marie as she and Caitlin sat in the corner of a trendy restaurant in the fashionable district of Chelsea.  It was celebratory dinner party for the opening of Ava's boutique in the area.  She had invited Marie, her sister-in-law …

Armless Artist

I saw this incredible story a few moments ago.  It is about Swapna Augustine, a woman from born in Kerala, India who was born without arms.  She uses her feet to paint and makes a living from selling her artwork.  What amazed me about this story was the dream her father had of her before she was born. Swapna is …

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